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Tigara

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  1. I work retail, working retail has made me less fond of pretty much every holiday. Valentines stuff show up in deliveries on Boxing week, Easter the week after. It gets so overdone and overpromoted that I just get sick of it before it even happens. And having been single for every Valentines ever (Well, except for one but I only dated him for a grand total of a week and a half so it doesn't really count), I've never really celebrated it. Yeah I'd give lil Valentines to kids at church and my parents would normally get me a thing of candy and usually a new book with it, but it's never been a huge deal.

  2. General quiz

     

    You Scored as Moiraine Damodred

    You are Moiraine Damodred. Like Moiraine, you have a very graceful, yet strong personality. You are very quiet and mysterious and don't often show feeling. You love magic.

     

     

    Moiraine Damodred

    75%

    Elayne Trakand

    70%

    Nynaeve al' Meara

    70%

    Galadedrid Damodred

    60%

    Egwene al' Vere

    60%

    al' Lan Mandragoran

    45%

    Matrim Cauthon

    45%

    Thom Merrilin

    35%

    Rand al' Thor

    20%

    Perrin Aybara

    15%

     

    Female quiz

     

    You Scored as Egwene

    You are Egwene al'Vere! Strong and independent, and able to carry burdens beyond your years, you are an excellent rolemodel for other young women.

     

     

    Egwene

    80%

    Berelain

    65%

    Nynaeve

    55%

    Lanfear

    55%

    Liandrin

    50%

    Graendal

    45%

    Verin

    40%

    Moiraine

    30%

     

    Men only

     

    Rhuarc

    69%

    Logain Ablar

    63%

    Mazrim Taim

    63%

    al'Lan Mandragoran

    50%

    Mat Cauthon

    50%

    Perrin t'Bashere Aybara

    44%

    Rand al'Thor

    38%

    Loial

    13%

    Shai'tan

    0%

     

    Funny how Moiraine went from top result to bottom result! :P

  3. Jasmyne had just sat watching the events, from Larindhra fainting, which she had rather enjoyed because the fool woman certainly deserved it, to Zarinen slapping the Asha`man who now claimed the Highest as his Warder of sorts. It was like watching a building on fire, so horrible, yet you just can`t stop watching. She didn`t even have to think about whether she would hold the bond. She was not anyone`s lapdog.

     

    However, she was slightly alarmed when Zarinen ordered her to tend to her fainted Sister. She could think of many things she`d rather do, like perform an interpretive dance for a crowd of Murandian beggars. But it was an order. But why her? Great Lord knows she can`t Heal a hangnail without exhausting herself. Smirking to herself, she leaned close and whispered in her ear ``Larindhra, the novices found the wine stash and have started channeling without supervision.`` This caused the elder Sitter`s eyes to open quite quickly and she laughed to herself. `Come on, they`re waiting for us in the other room.` She helped the other woman up and gave her what support she could, being barely over four feet tall, and led her into the other room.

     

    Jasmyne Ceres

    Red Sitter

    Ugh, Larindhra.....

  4. Ikki tried to keep himself as calm as possible. It's not that Aes Sedai made him nervous, although being in the middle of the White Tower did make him edgy, but the tension was so thick you could cut it with a spoon. And he'd noticed in himself of that that his moods could be slightly unpredictable. Not often, but it happened. And this would of course be the place for it to happen.

     

    He was slightly surprised when he was offered a drink, some wine in a very tiny glass. He carefully picked a cup and examined it. Not in a disgusted way, but more a scholarly fashion. Red Ajah....red wine....red blood of the hundred of men they had gentled over the years. He shuddered slightly and took a sip to hide it. It was obvious everyone was uncomfortable, but there was no need to show it off. Just blame it on the wine....

     

    Ikkiliad sur Paendrag

    Asha'man

  5. OOC: Meep, sorry guys!

     

    IC:

     

    Gaining her bearings, she gathered the courage to finally look to see who she ran into. She sighed in relief when she saw it was just a novice. In fact, it was a novice she had occasionally seen in the library. She stifled a giggle as she noticed the girl staring at the pie wrapped in her arms. So she wasn't the only one with a slight weakness for pie.

     

    "Well girls what kind of trouble have we gotten ourselves into now, because lets be honest, if an Aes Sedai walks up right now, we are all in trouble"

     

    She turned around to see another novice come just around the corner she had just come from. She was smirking at her and the other novice. Melianna picked herself up and stood to her full height. "Why yes, we certainly all would be. And I don't suppose I could tell you two to just run along or you'll report me, so I suppose you're going to want to help me share, right?" She winked at the girls and began wandering down the hall, fully expecting both to follow like good little novices.

     

    Melinna

  6. Thus far, Jasmyne had been watching, like a cat in a tavern. Just observing and seeing how things panned out. It was probably for the best. She was in a slightly tight position. Her drive for power was in conflict with her desire to serve her master, all while keeping her cover. There really wasn't much she could do at this point. Nothing other than watch and make sure things kept going.

     

    Jasmyne kept her calm when they proposed that Aes Sedai bond Asha'man. She would rather enjoy that, having a pet, one she could tap into. It was like having a personal angreal that would carry your things as well. Maybe these men could be rather useful after all. Yes, she liked this plan.

     

    "Fine.  We can handle you bonding Asha'man.  But half of the bonds will be held by us."

     

    She couldn't help but utter a squeak. What did they want!? The other Sitters responded quickly and she almost thought they might start something right here, ceasefire or not. Especially Jagen, she seemed like she could be a potential loose cannon around men, at least in Jasmyne's opinion. Likely everyone else thought the same thing about her, but that was horribly irrelevant.

     

    "Surely the Taint has made you delusional to think any Aes Sedai would agree to be bonded by a man. True, some women could stand to be toned down a notch, but that's ridiculous. Aes Sedai are women of dignity, not to be some man's lap cat. None will stand for it." She replied in a very matter-of-fact fashion. What she said was true, but she wasn't telling the truth. She was certainly for it. She had no intention of being bonded, but she'd love to see other women put in that position, just for her own sick delight.

     

    "Bonding, that is something only done by Aes Sedai. It is not something that gets done to them of course. It's not right. I might not be well versed in too much Tower law, but certainly it is custom, and that's just as strong."

     

    Jagen's words rang in her mind. She felt the urge to respond, but it would give away her opinion to do so. It's only been custom because there's never been another option. Bonding is done by a channeler and the only channelers have been Aes Sedai until now. And an Aes Sedai bonding another Aes Sedai would just be pointless. Custom by default is hardly custom, in her mind. But she pushed it out of her mind, that was certainly not the issue at present.

  7. The slight scuff of slippers and the swish of skirts could be heard down an empty corridor. It sounded hurried, but in a way as to not make too much noise. Sneaking, if you wish. It was as if someone had done something wrong, such as perhaps stolen something from under another's nose, and was trying to flee the scene unnoticed. In fact, that's exactly the case.

     

    An Accepted's dress swerved around a corner and scurried down the hall. Wearing said dress was a tall brown-skinned girl with her dark hair in two neatly woven braids. Her willowy arms were wrapped around a mysterious package and her eyes darted, making sure no one was near. Melianna Hollmen didn't usually sneak around or put this much physical effort into something that wasn't made with the One Power, such as a ter'angreal. Anyone who knew her even in the slightest would consider this out of character for her. The Melianna the world knew daydreamed constantly and spent her time researching Power-wrought items in the library.

     

    But when one gets a sugar craving, all sense of logic in the world stops until it's satisfied. The mysterious happens to be a warm pie. Wildberry to be precise, with a honey glaze on the crust. The smell of it filled Meli's senses and her mouth watered as she took the long way around the Tower into a secluded part of the gardens. Just as she rounded the last corner, she bumped into someone, knocking her flat on her bottom with pie plopped right in her lap. She was in shock, so scared that she had perhaps bumped into an Aes Sedai who would punish her for both running into her and for stealing a pie.

     

    Melianna Hollmen

    Accepted

     

    OOC: Anyone can hop in, and as many people can join in as they like. I'm just trying to get back into things after....5 months. >.>

  8. Meli shuffled into class. She didn`t want to take this class, in any case. It had been one of Larindhra Sedai's "suggestions", which were always orders in a polite disguise. There were better things she could be doing, like studying in the library, not sitting in a class to learn how to make people do as you wish secretly. She had no intentions of leaving the Tower except to study things. She had no need to manipulate.

     

    She hardly payed attention as the Blue went on about the Great Game. When she first came to the Tower, she had seen herself as a Blue. This was, of course, before she discovered ter'angreal and then her decision was quite firm. She had no other option than Brown. But, Browns do seek knowledge and anything learned was always a good thing, so this class might not be as big of a waste as she originally thought.

     

    *****

     

    The next day, she came into class with a slight jingle. She didn`t have any money to bring as Estel Sedai instructed. All she had of value were her bells, so she hadn't much choice. They were special bells. Pure silver and given to her by her father on her Sixteenth birthday. A whole dozen of them. She sat down in her seat and listened as the assignment was explained. She was suddenly very nervous. She hoped they weren't playing for keeps. She was not going to give anyone her bells.

     

    She ended up in the same group as her roommate, Jerinia. A nice girl, but a bit clumsy. Although, it was likely most said the same about herself. She sat down and was dealt her three cards....... (to be continued later)

  9. Meli went wide eyed as Jaydena Sedai gave her quite a stern lecture on lying. She had a good point, about the Oath against lying. It was probably in her best interest to start working on manipulating the truth now and not after she was physically inable to. She swallowed hard and then turned to lead her mentor down into the basement where the storeroom was...and hopefully her guard as well. She started to explain as they descended. "I'm very sorry for lying, Aes Sedai. Well, partially lying. I really was on duty, but I had forgotten and came late, then told Donyelle that Celeste had been spreading rumors about her so that she would leave so I could sneak in. I don`t know what came over me. I just had such an increible urge to even just touch one ter'angreal for a second. I'm very sorry."

     

    The Tower Guard was indeed still there, guarding the door. He bowed as the wisened Green appraoched and Melianna opened the door and led her in, the green light filling the dusty room. It was all as she left it. Walking over to the crate she used as a table, she picked up the ring. "This, Jaydena Sedai, I think can hold a weave, much like a well holds saidar. This bell, with the right weave, can alter how nearby animals behave. This brish is what colored my hair so strangely." She paused and went to the swans. "And this...makes water flows invisible...somehow..." Without thinking to ask permission, she embraced the Source and sent a single flow of Water through the heart formed by the swans. "Hmm, it doesn't appear to be working. I can still see it, can't you Aes Sedai?" She suddenly realized she channeled in front of an Aes Sedai without permission. Her eyes went wide, then she squeezed them shut, fearing further punishment.

     

     

    OOC: The flow would have completely disappeared to Jade as it went through the heart, just so you know. ;)

  10. Meli sighed a little bit. Running. She could do that...maybe. It didn't require any lifting or defending or sharp objects. Yes, this could very well be much better than she originally anticipated. She was about to reply when Kynwric Gaidin started trotted off. I guess we're starting right away, then. She  started off after him, constantly fighting the urge to hike her skirts up past her knees. They are divided! No need for that. She gave a short burst of speed to catch up with her teacher and then tried to match his pace. It wasn't a very hard pace, but she already found she was running short of breath after just a few short minutes. Light! Am I honestly in that bad of shape?

     

    The run took them all around the Warder's Yard, going past bunkers, dining halls, and all sorts of accomadation, not to mention who knws how many different sparring matches. She really liked watching the full Warders train with each other. It looked very much like a dance. Their motions were fluid and graceful, neither having the upper hand, perfectly matched. Both had their cloaks on, so at times random parts of them just faded into the background. It was...beautiful, to put it simply.

     

    It didn't take long for Meli to start falling behind. They hadn`t even done a full lap yet and she was a good 10 feet behind Kynwric. She was quite out of breath and had her skin been a lighter tone, it would have been a deep red. But she kept going. Staggering along, she followed behind for another lap, constantly falling further behind. After the second lap was done, she fell to all fours, panting. Before she knew it, she heaved and spewed out her stomach onto the dry ground. She looked up and saw Kynwric looming over her. She forced herself to stand up. "So...what do we do next?" she managed to ask through her panting.

     

    OOC: Yeah, a bit more exersize then some weapon training for the score. ;)

  11. Meli found herself quite frieghtened by her teacher. He was tall and thick, the type of man you wouldn't want to meet in an alleyway. And that grace, oh! The way a Warder moves just has something that freaks her out. It seemed so...unnatural. Not that channeling the One Power was any more natural, but that didn't make her like it any more.

     

    The scary man introduced himself as Kynwric Gaidin. She thought she had heard the name before, but wasn't sure. I think he is bonded to a Green...maybe. She never payed much attention to who bonded who and all. She likely would never have a Warder. She didn't hate men or even dislike them. She just...had other things on her mind and she had no plans to leave the Tower, thus making a Warder no more than a Tower-bound packmule with muscles. And experience says that they are trained for more than hauling books and ter'angreal around.

     

    "Umm, yes. I am Melianna, Kynwric Gaidin, but you may call me Mel." Meli replied, sounding polite if not a bit reserved and afraid. "Umm, what kind of traning will this be? Will be be using swords?" She shifted around nervously. She dearly hoped they wouldn't be using real swords to train. She didn't know if she could lift a steel sword without the One Power, let alone survive a spar with a full Warder. But...an Aes Sedai wouldn't put her in a situation where she could be easily killed....would they?

     

    Melianna Hollmen

    Afraid?

  12. It was a calm day. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the trees, whose leaves were just beginnning to retreat into deep reds, golden oranges, and vibrant yellows. The morning sun shone brightly, making the entire city of Tar Valon seem to glow. There was nothing wrong with the day.

     

    Melianna stepped into the Warders Yard, shielding her eyes from the sun. Her brown skin looked pale and her cheeks held little color. Her tan training dress just hung off her, she was so skinny. She looked very out of place here in the Yards, mainly because she was. Even if she wasn't an Accepted in the White Tower, she didn't look as if she could pick a sword up.

     

    Larindhra, the ever kind and caring Mistress of Novices, had made some arrangements with Thera, the equally kind and caring Mistress of Trainees, for her to go and train with the Warders for a day. Something about her getting sick all the time from holing herself up in the library and getting worn out from all the Healing. She didn't see the need, but she wasn't in a position to argue.

     

    Looking around, she saw all sorts of classes and training and sparring going on. Her teacher....was supposed to be here. She had no idea on even a name, but she said they would be expecting her. So she stood and looked around, looking helpless and lost...which she was, but it always helped to show it. That way, someone might ask what she needed. She hoped...

     

     

    Melianna Hollmen

    Accepted in need of exercise and sword training

  13. No, no, that looks horrible. I don’t look anything like Rendra. Terra stood in front of her mirror practicing using the Mask of Mirrors. Everyone said she picked up on it very quickly, but she wasn’t very good at duplicating people yet. They always look wrong in her eyes, but as they say, you are your own worst critic. Her door opened and she turned to see who it was. A very tall dread lady stood in her door looking very menacing. She couldn’t remember her name, but she certainly remembered her. Her height along with dazzling green eyes and fiery red hair made her look very much like an Aiel savage, though she was really Saldean. “Adept Terra Cyrene, you have been called to take the test for dread lady. You are not to hold the Source or speak until we reach the testing grounds. Follow me.”

     

    Terra silently let go of the Source, turning her back into plain old Terra and followed the tall woman.  Even if she hadn’t been told not to speak, she wouldn’t have. The woman was bloody frightening! She was led down many flights of stairs until they came to two tall doors. Behind them…the Council room. She took a deep breathe before entering.

     

    The room had one light, illuminating a circle on the floor. Two women and two men stood evenly spaced around the edges and beyond the circle, she could make out the outlines of chairs with men and women sitting on them. The Mae’Shadars.  “Terra Cyrene!” One voice boomed, “You have been deemed worthy to take the test for Dreadlady. Step into the circle and prepare yourself. These four are to be your opponents.” She meekly stepped into the circle and had barely taken hold of saidar when attacks came from all sides. Blades of air, bursts of ice, fireballs, and earth projectiles from the four corners. She had no choice but to just shield herself with all her might. Using all five elements, she put all her might into that single shield. It held, but she was stuck now. She had no way to attack back without being killed. She had to think fast.

     

    She decided that she would have to use them against each other. Using air, she catapulted  some of the earthen projectiles going by at one of the dreadladies.  She wasn’t sure what happened to it after that. She was too busy deflecting fireballs away. Dozens of tiny, little fireballs. A surprising attempt from a man, knowing the skill needed to pull that off.  She ducked to dodge a blade of air and then jumped to avoid fire running across the ground.

     

    An idea struck her. Confusion. In a momentary pause, Terra wove several Illusions, all copies of herself. She ran  around and made her copies do the same. She couldn’t have them knowing which was real.  And it seemed to work. They were attacking the illusions as well as herself, but then she only had one to deal with. Well, at least the men were attacking the illusions. The women of course could see her flows and the glow of saidar around her, but she could see their weaves as well. Much easier. She launched fiery darts at the one while blocking the club of air the other woman had made. Cantrips popped up behind her and cut up her legs. They figured out the real one. Curses!

     

    “Stop” the voice boomed and everyone let go of the Source. “Return to your room. In the morning, you go to Shayol Ghul and swear the Oaths to the Great Lord.”  Terra’s jaw dropped. She passed? How…? She didn’t know what to say. She just turned around and went back the way she came, speechless. She was a Dreadlady? She was going to Shayol Ghul to swear her Oaths before the Great Lord of the Dark? Surreal…

     

    ~**~

     

    Terra woke up exhausted. The Healing last night had taken it’s toll on her body. Funny, she couldn’t even remember getting most of her injuries, but there were a lot of them. She donned her best silks, a purple so dark it was nearly black, then curled her hair so they gently rolled down her back. She did her make-up to match her dress, then left for the Travelling Room. The Saldean woman was there, waiting for her. She opened the Gateway and the most disturbing smells wafted through, burning her nostrils. It was like…burning flesh, sweat, and death.  “It will do you good to not channel or even hold the Source while you are here. The Great Lord does not approve of it and you just may lose your life.” Terra nodded and let the woman lead her through. They climbed up the mountain and went in one of the many caverns that dotted the mountainside. “I will wait out here. Enter in.” Terra gulped and made her way through the opening. Funny how the opening looked to tall, but all the stalactites just barely cleared her head, and she wasn’t very tall!

    At the end of the tunnel, she found herself in the middle of a cavern, but it had no ceiling. It was just…orange sky…a stormy orange sky. Freighting, really.

     

    TERRA CYRENE!

     

    Aahhhhh, it’s in my head. It didn’t hurt, really, but it was shocking. A pressure of sorts. The Great Lord was here.

     

    TERRA CYRENE, WHAT DO YOU COME TO OFFER ME?

     

    “Everything, Great Lord. My entire life and all that goes with it!” she cried out.

     

    THEN SWEAR TO ME, TERRA. SWEAR THE OATHS AND BE MINE FOREVER.

     

    “Yes, Great Lord. I swear. I will be yours forever!”

     

    THEN GO. GO AND DO MY BIDDING.

     

    “Yes, Great Lord. As you say.” she spoke as the pressure in her mind subsided. She got up and went back out the cavern. She was the Great Lord’s now. Forever.

     

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